I'm sitting here wondering, more pondering.
At this burning pounding in my chest.
It feels as if the rose planted there is ablaze.
Burning brighter and brighter ever warming.
The cold darkness I had felt inside replaced by a warm calm.
I wonder at this feeling ever growing.
It feels almost happy, though it could not be.
Yet, I know it to be so.
This burning red growing rapidly.
Like a healing pulse spreading quickly.
The warmth in my heart ever so gentle and calm.
Like a young doe grazing in a field.
The midnight aching of my heart.
Feels ever lost and dreary.
Like a distant memory longed to be forgotten.
I could not have been so easily pulled out.
The dark plaguing my heart for many a night and day.
Could it not have been longing to fight and stay.
Yet, it feels gone, replaced by a light.
So bright as to keep all that dark away.
It's warm, gentle, and soft.
A sweet caress of someone fond and caring.
Was all it took to pull the darkness from its place.
It hides hoping to never be found.
The one to hold me in caress, the one to hold my blazing rose.
The one I say is right for me to stand by me never to flee.
Holds my dear lock and key, it has been opened.
Only one person to share.
All my warmth in that which has been locked.
Free for one to have and one alone.
All my secrets and personal thoughts.
All for the one, who set my heart free.
